“You’ve got to be kidding me. You have a whole studio set up in here?”
“I do. I named it Mad About Music studio.
“That’s dope.”
“Thanks. I know you know how to handle this soundboard.”
“It’s been a few years since I was in the studio, but you don’t lose it,” Ty said.
He sat down in the chair in front of my Behringerdigital mixer.
“How long did it take you to put all this together?”
“It took a few months. I got some pieces used and others I had to save for. When I bought the house, I had the exterior walls of this garage expanded so I could accommodate a small band or group if necessary.”
“People buy studio time from you?”
“Yes. I stayed booked in the beginning, but Momma got sick, and I didn’t want people on the property that I didn’t know. I have a few regulars that still use it.”
“May I?”
He motioned to the play button on the computer monitor.
“Sure. It’s just some old stuff I’d been working on. I haven’t been able to be out here since my mom has been sick.”
A slow R&B song filled the room. Tiberius bobbed his head to the piano riffs and the strings I’d layered on top of each other.
“Damn, Mads, this is sexy as hell,” he said over the music.
We continued to listen until the track suddenly stopped.
“That’s all I have,” I shrugged.
“No, this is dope for real. May I suggest something different with the drums?”
“What do you have in mind?”
TIBERIUS
The song faded. Madalee and I looked at each other and smiled.
“I think we figured it out,” I said.
“I think we did,” Madalee agreed. “Thank you.”
“Thank you. This felt good. I haven’t taken the time to just sit and create something in a long time.”
“Me either.”
I looked at my watch.
“Damn! Is it four o’clock in the morning?”
“No, it’s not four,” Madalee said. She looked at her cell phone. “Wait… it’s four in the morning?”
“Right! That’s what I said!
“Where did the time go?” Madalee asked.